Feelings of my couch

Couch, is one thing, with which I sympathize a lot. I try to understand the feelings of my couch lots of times. More I try to understand, more I sympathize with it. Couches in general are used to bear the weight of lots of people and if one of them is a person like me, who has few (am I sure or is it an understatement) extra pounds, it increases their workload. It seems like an autocratic employer is harassing the employees.
Generally, my couch bears me for 2-3 hours a day and rest of the time it breathes easy. However yesterday, being the famous India - Sri Lanka league match, couch was tortured for 8 continuous hours. I reached home at 7:15 PM and jumped on it (if there were a government of couches, they would have banned everybody jumping on them after this incident). I was jumping, shifting and adjusting myself after every wicket, misfield and drop catches (I am sure my couch must have started hating cricket after this experience). In addition to this, I was shifting from one end of the couch to other end because I was getting bored by sticking to one place for a long time (I never knew that my boredom can be so torturous for anybody). This went for 2.5 hours and by that time, my couch was expecting me to leave but that poor fellow did not know that it was an 8 hour match and I had the plans to watch full match. After 3 hours, at around 10 PM, my couch started breathing heavily. It may be preparing itself for another one hour of torture till the first innings is finished.
Finally the first innings of the match got over and I went to serve dinner for myself. My couch started jumping for getting the freedom. But this happiness was not the thing to last very long. I filled my dinner plate with rice & curry and came back to sit on the poor fellow again. All the joy of my lovely couch evaporated within moments. I am sure it didn't even get time to settle down properly during the break.
After another 2 hours, my couch started huffing and puffing heavily and finally, at 2 in the night, one of the cushions gave up and fell on the floor. Other friends of the fallen cushion were crying over the terrible condition of their friend. Eventually when I picked up the cushion, I realized that it has been 7 long hours of sitting a heavy-weight like me and couch is not used to such a heavy load (like me) for such an elongated duration. Finally for the sake of better health and my comfort in future, I shifted myself to extra large sized (that's what you need to fit myself) bean bag for the last one hour of match. I will tell you the feelings of bean bag later.